I’d never read anything by Christopher Hitchens before, mainly because somebody had once written that he was the basis for the drunken journalist in Tom Wolfe’s Bonfire of the Vanities,and that character was more than a little off-putting. Well, culpa mea. Because he can really write. Expecting a somewhat heavy read, I went through this in three days, pulled on by his dazzling skill with worlds and his ability to keep you turning the pages to find out what he’s going to say next.
I’m not going to get into the argument of the book itself. The title will tell you whether or not you’ll want to pick it up. All I’ll say is that is that CH doesn’t mince his words. Not once. He heaves to alongside religion and opens up with every single gun at his disposal, in broadside after broadside after broadside.
And now I’ve finished it, I’m now going to go looking for all his other books.